Friday, September 12, 2003 at 09:59:23 (EDT)

What's it all about, Alfie?
What are we supposed to do on a day (the day after Sept. 11th, mind you) when they tell us that both Johnny Cash and John Ritter have died? Go back to bed. It's depressing but I must admit, I wanna make sure I'm at the next Three's Company II night at Freddy's, in which actors perform scripts from the TV show. I expect the next performance will have a resonance not usually present in such lighthearted fare.

Every day these kittens knock my 7" records onto the floor. I've taken to predicting the tone of the day by what they select. The week so far has gone like this:

I haven't determined yet if their selections are meant to be ironic or not. I dunno, kittens seem pretty earnest most of the time. It's not until they grow up that cats start to get sarcastic.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Thursday, September 11, 2003 at 10:30:54 (EDT)

Blue skies, smilin' at me, nothing but blue skies do I see
I can't think of anything else to do today, so here is the essay I wrote about my September 11th experience from two years ago. I was working at 7 World Trade Center, and on this day two years ago I wandered around lower Manhattan, trying to convince myself that what was happening at the towers had nothing to do with me or my job.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Wednesday, September 10, 2003 at 14:18:12 (EDT)

I never know when to stop
Why isn't anybody trying to stop the RIAA? Isn't anybody in authority at all concerned about this? So they're suing file-sharers, including a 12-year old girl, whose parents had $2000 extorted to stop litigation. What the hell is going on here? Okay, I get it about the copyright crap. Apparently somebody isn't getting paid when people download clips of Britney Spears swearing, and so this justifies lawsuits on a massive scale? Bullshit. I certainly hope the P2P community is hustling to find alternate methods of file sharing besides the applications targeted by the RIAA. I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't apps out there already that provided better privacy (it's all too easy for the snoops to track down users through their chickenshit ISPs). I have been using a little program called Piolet which, when it works, works pretty well.

We need to keep looking for ways to keep bugging the RIAA. Things are at a pretty lame state when little girls can get charged 2 grand by some huge-ass corporation. I certainly hope that after the settlement is paid, she's allowed to walk into Tower Records and just take $2000 worth of CDs. It's only fair.

Meanwhile, while the lawsuits are alarming, let's put it into perspective. There have been 261 official suits so far. But how many file-sharers are out there? Currently, Kazaa alone has 4,029,387 users connected. That's about .0065% (and the RIAA has been also looking at other file-sharing platforms like Gnutella). Of course this is a global network, so there's no telling how many of those people fall within US jurisdiction. Does anybody know how the RIAA scans for violating users? Anyhow, I'm concerned, but not that concerned.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Tuesday, September 09, 2003 at 15:33:41 (EDT)

Am I Evil?
Mr. Bones escaped this morning. I went outside for a breather and found the back door open. I looked around the house but Mr. Bones had skedaddled, leaving no trace of his presence except an empty food bowl and a trail of white hair.

Where does he go when he gets outside? Most of the time he just parks himself in the yard, content to eat grass and display how his white coat provides no camouflage whatsoever. He looks like somebody dropped a sandbag off a hot air balloon. Still he manages to sneak out and disappear completely. Maybe he's been fooling us all this time; maybe he's got an agenda.

He might be like this horse I once rode when I was a young girl in an Enid Bagnold novel. Okay, I was a boy and it was in real life, but who could tell at that early date? Anyway, they gave me this old horse named Waiter. When he wasn't kicking me, he'd do this special trick when they saddled him: He'd puff out his stomach as much as possible, so the saddle belt would have to come out a couple of notches. Then after I was in the saddle and riding around, he'd suck in his gut, the saddle would go slack and I would roll off his back onto the manure-embellished floor. At this point, stepping on me was optional.

What I'm saying is, no matter how cute and adoring animals may seem, they hate us humans. They hate us so much, it's not funny. So as for Mr. Bones on his excursion, I have a couple of theories:

1. He's working over another human household so he can collect two sets of feedings daily and maintain his gut-to-floor ratio, or

2. He's meeting up with other cats in the neighborhood and they are planning to kill us in our sleep and take over the house.

All I know is when he came back I found him sitting on the picnic table, quite a leap for a cat of his, um, gravity. He seemed rather pleased with himself; in fact, he appeared to be smiling slyly.

I'm keeping my bedroom door shut tonight.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Monday, September 08, 2003 at 21:57:32 (EDT)

No one gives a hoot about FAUX-ASS nonsense
I'm well into hour 12 of my never-ending workday. I decided to just keep on going after 5 today, and I am actually getting stuff done. But I have no faith it will help me in the long run. I just can't think of how else to combat the enormous amount of tedium that gets thrown my way on an hourly basis. Those of you out there who knew me when I first got this job, remember how smug I was about it? "Yeah, I just sit around and surf the Internet all day! I routinely come in hours late and leave early to go to Century 21!"

How times have changed. Now I work from home (good) and do the work of four people (bad). The people whose jobs I have absorbed:

  • The Spanish Guy Who I Thought Was Italian When I Met Him
  • The Designer from LA who hated New York and Went Back to LA
  • The Guy Based in India Who Used to Publish the Site But I Do It Now
  • My Boss

So obviously, I'm not working super hard at this point, I'm looking for any distraction possible. I took a half-hour break to go through my MP3 collection and try to normalize the naming scheme. Plus I erased a bunch of stuff I know I'll never listen to again (who really needs a 'disco remix' of INXS' "What You Need"?).

So ultimately, I'm saying "José, I'm sorry I punked out and didn't make it to the burlesque show." There'll be other fan dances, someday.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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Monday, September 08, 2003 at 11:03:56 (EDT)

But I wouldn't have it any other way
I took it easy Friday night, so I missed The Psychic Revolution show, which sounded pretty cool. They played a house party the next night, which appeared to be a virtual love-in. As long as there's fast-food grease to power their tour bus, I'm sure they'll be back again someday.

Now that everybody thinks the summer is over, we're finally getting some decent weather around here. September is like the Forgotten Summer Month. This is what we wanted for the past few months, none of which could deliver the goods. It's like June, July and August couldn't remember what pleasant weather was, so they kept overshooting with rain and heat. We took our bikes to the Park (Prospect, thank you), stopping off at the farmer's market to get lost in the throng. Every time I go to the park I always wonder why I don't spend more time there. We rode down to the lake and hung out in the sunshine, which resulted in a nice sunburn for me. There were loons and two big-ass swans. Some guy was explaining to nobody in particular the way in which he knew a certain tree was a ginkgo ("The berries, they smell like regurgitation").

Saturday night we wandered over to Freddy's to see Stupid, who I haven't been able to see in a long time. They always play the same night we have parties here, it seems. It had been such a long time since I'd seen them, I was sort of questioning why I was there. But when the show kicked off, it all came back to me. Stupid is really one of the best bands I could hope to see on regular basis around here. The songwriting is solid and the lyrics are smart. And they kick butt. Also, Dana made latkes for everybody. If that isn't incentive to go to their shows, I dunno what is.

The evening wound up at the Alibi, as it is wont to do, where we stayed way too long. Sunday, feeling guilty about blowing off so much of Friday, I attempted to catch up on my work backlog. I got some stuff done, but it's all starting to feel like a bottomless pit. Maybe I'll just keep working today, never stopping until everything is finally done. It's a nice idea, just getting everything over with at once. But I'm not sure I have the stamina.

Posted By Jimmy Legs

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